It has seemed that I have walked for days, but I feel no need for water, nor salvation. It's cruel isn't it? Those who fought for something better, those who taught by how they lived, loved ones taken long before they're done, they're all dead. All for a dream of progress whilst being locked within the poorhouse. My train of thought abruptly crashes because of the sound of running horses. I stop myself and turn. It was a sheriff and a small posy. The yell for me and when they catch up one gets off his horse. "Josh McCree". I nodded. "Well son, you're accused of treason". I said nothing but got on his horse and waited for him to do the same. They brought me back to the town I tried to help, accept this time everything was set for a hanging. The Sheriff walked me up to the noose and put it around my neck."Anything you'd like to say" he asked me. The whole town was there. I could only think of one thing, "Their mouths are stopped up by mud, they lie flung in rags and make no sound". Everyone nodded as if they knew exactly who I was talking to. The platform dropped and only memories filled my head. Memories of everyone who'd died and everyone who was yet to come. I would wish them all luck, but I have no mouth to do so.
Is, this what it feels like, death. Cold and dark. I have become a poor excuse for a man. But, those people, they are much more. I see them now, growing. They have fought not with weapons, but words. Their societies have developed and become stronger. They are a unity, a family, and for once I feel fulfilled. I am amazed how even in death one man can build so much, and yet one man can burn everything, and set the tally rank back to zero. Avenged at last.
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A High Noon Ranger
AventuraA young man is in a futuristic western. When his parents are wrongfully killed, Josh goes out for vengeance, but will he find what he's looking for , or much more?
